Adam moved like a graceful shadow through the carnage of the battlefield, weaving between corpses, shattered buildings, and the roars of wolves and griffins locked in combat.
He kept his presence buried under the darkness and the sound of battle. His steps were silent, and even his breathing was restrained. Where the beasts fought with fangs and talons, he silently moved unseen, using their violence as cover.
It was an extremely fortunate thing that the brutal battle between the three Mana Core-level beasts had shifted towards the outskirts of Feypore, far away from Adam and his objective.
He was utterly ecstatic. After almost two months of meticulous planning and devious scheming, he was finally going to reach the hidden portal. He had made mighty beasts fight amongst themselves for his own gain. This was an act that he was quite proud of.
